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I regret to announce that I have come to loathe and abhor my current layout and wish to change as soon as I may be able to do so.
To Mr. Johnny Depp: It's not you, it's me. I suck at Photoshopping. And oh yeah, I picked some pretty lousy colors.
But anyway.
If I didn't happen to be inundated with homework, new music to learn, college paperwork, and more homework, I'd edit this godforsaken layout this very moment. However. Extenuating circumstances.
Today I...went to school. And I learned. What did I learn? Well, not a whole lot, to be honest. In AP Bio, we heard this excellent yarn about a bloke who killed his roommate, chopping him up, and dissolved him in a bathtub full of sulfuric acid. Investigators found the victim's teeth down the drain a good deal later, since the enamel prevented them from being dissolved by the acid. I thought this was interesting, though it does call to mind questions as to why the bloke felt the need to make acidic Kool-Aid out of his roommate.
I also went to band. Nothing new there. I spent quite awhile whacking the tops of Mr. Fischer's hands trying to conduct properly, but only because I was told to. (This was supposed to assist me in conducting with a more definitive ichtus, though I'm not entirely certain that the process was successful. I have a feeling that I'm still window-washing, which is slightly disheartening and very disturbing, to say the least.)
Anyway, lots of other things happened and I heard a few stories from over the weekend, but hey, if I wanted to blather on about my boring and insipid life I'd create a Xanga account, correct? Har. Har.
Goodbye.
To Mr. Johnny Depp: It's not you, it's me. I suck at Photoshopping. And oh yeah, I picked some pretty lousy colors.
But anyway.
If I didn't happen to be inundated with homework, new music to learn, college paperwork, and more homework, I'd edit this godforsaken layout this very moment. However. Extenuating circumstances.
Today I...went to school. And I learned. What did I learn? Well, not a whole lot, to be honest. In AP Bio, we heard this excellent yarn about a bloke who killed his roommate, chopping him up, and dissolved him in a bathtub full of sulfuric acid. Investigators found the victim's teeth down the drain a good deal later, since the enamel prevented them from being dissolved by the acid. I thought this was interesting, though it does call to mind questions as to why the bloke felt the need to make acidic Kool-Aid out of his roommate.
I also went to band. Nothing new there. I spent quite awhile whacking the tops of Mr. Fischer's hands trying to conduct properly, but only because I was told to. (This was supposed to assist me in conducting with a more definitive ichtus, though I'm not entirely certain that the process was successful. I have a feeling that I'm still window-washing, which is slightly disheartening and very disturbing, to say the least.)
Anyway, lots of other things happened and I heard a few stories from over the weekend, but hey, if I wanted to blather on about my boring and insipid life I'd create a Xanga account, correct? Har. Har.
Goodbye.